What you risk telling your story:You will bore them.Your voice will break, your ink willspill and stain your coat.No one will understand, their eyesbecome fences.You will park yourself foreveron the outside, your differentness onceand for all revealed, dangerous,the names you give to yourselfwill become epithets. Your happiness will be calledbravery, denial.Your sadness will justify their pity.Your fear will magnify their fears.Everything you say will prove something abouttheir god, or their economic system.Your feelings, that change dayto day, kaleidoscopic,will freeze in place,brand you forever,justify anything they decide to dowith you.Those with power can affordto tell their storyor not.Those without powerrisk everything to tell their storyand must. Someone, somewherewill hear your story and decide to fight,to live and refuse compromise.Someone else will tell her own story,risking everything.